......as I'm about to get offline for the night. (this is one of my own poor quality poems)

Slipping away farther from myself
I'm unsure of my true identity
In this life of pain and suffer
Why I carry on is beyond me
Cutting bleeds the sorrow
And makes things better
Temporarily, the hurt lives on
Consuming me day by day
When my breaking point is finally reached
I will release myself from this torment
Into the depths of hell I will fall crashing down
But nothin can be as bad as this self created torture
This internal hell that burns my sole